Passing time

I'm reading Joshua Ferris' Then We Came to the End. Around 80 pages in, and I have to say, it's been hilarious so far. This is one of those rare novels that make me want to take my time and not let the journey end so quickly. With a few hundred (mostly pre-owned) books still waiting to be picked up and read, this is quite rare for me. Last time I had this much excitement on a novel was around June of last year, with Rohinton Mistry's A Fine Balance. Ferris' novel is very funny in a Catch-22 way: absurd yet plausible, irreverent but not obnoxious. The collective first-person perspective was not gimmicky, something i felt strongly about Jay McInerney's overrated Bright Lights, Big City, when he used the second-person. I'm loving this book, and I hope I'll still feel the same way until the end.

My mother is a fish

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It's been a year.

I still remember the two fart jokes.